#painkillers

[solstice-snakes]

Not being in pain is good, actually.

8x10 in. acrylic on canvas. 2022.

[ID: an acrylic painting of an orange pill bottle reading "Taking painkillers is morally neutral" on a gray label and "stop stigmatising medical treatment, asshole." on the lower, white label. the background is repeating rainbow stripes contouring the shape of the pill bottle. end ID]

censored my government name lol

https://aarontaylorart.net

#my art #art #painkillers #medication #disabled artist #painting #cripple punk #hEDS #chronic pain #disability #pills tw

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 31: Free Day

And... that's a wrap for Whumpmas 2023! Thanks for reading my contributions, I'll see you all in the New Year!

This is the third (and final) part of a hero x villain story that I accidentally created during Whumpmas.

Part 1 | Part 2

TW: blood, surgery, medical staples, referenced abuse, painkillers

Hero was lying on the couch in Villain’s safe house, staring at the ceiling and impatiently waiting for painkillers to kick in, when the door burst open. Villain stumbled inside, covered in blood. Hero shot to their feet from the couch, gritting their teeth against the pain caused by the movement. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Villain bolted the door and leaned heavily against it, breathing raggedly. “Yeah,” they mumbled, pulling off their mask and tossing it onto the nearest surface, “I’m fine.”

“But you’re covered in blood!” Hero protested, anxiously following them into the makeshift surgery room, the original purpose of which they hadn’t yet discovered. Hero stared in horror at the rips on the back of Villain’s suit, revealing the deep cuts underneath.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Villain muttered, rummaging through their medical supplies in search of something. “And it’s not all my blood.”

“You need stitches—”

“On my back? It’ll be fine, I just need a mirror.” Villain held up a medical staple gun. “I’ve done this before. Hurts like hell, but works just as well as stitches in a pinch.”

Hero wordlessly turned on their heel and left the surgery room. Snatching the bottle of painkillers off the small table by the couch, Hero returned and held it out to Villain.

Villain took the pill bottle and set down the staple gun to take the medication. “Thanks,” they said softly, shaking out what was probably more than the recommended dosage and swallowing it dry. They winced and made a face. “Think I might have bruised ribs, too.”

“Sit down,” Hero ordered, picking up the medical staple gun. “I can do it.”

Villain frowned. “You sure? You’re still not a hundred percent—”

Hero shook their head adamantly, ignoring how the movement jarred their own injuries. “I’ll have a better angle than you and your mirror contraption. You don’t need to do everything yourself.”

“Oh…” Villain said softly. They boosted themself onto the table and sucked a deep breath in through their teeth. “I guess… I guess you’re right.” 

Hero took a second to clean their hands and put on gloves before they moved behind them and picked up a clean alcohol wipe. “This is gonna sting, but I need to get rid of all this blood.”

They didn’t miss how Villain’s hands curled into fists as they wiped away the blood from the scratches. “How’d you encounter my team, anyway? Did they come to you?”

“Yeah…” Villain hissed through gritted teeth. “Just two of them. Not the fire one, thankfully. I hate fighting them. It was the one who can turn into different animals and the one who has the sound… gun… thing…?”

Hero positioned the head of the stapler in the center of the first of the cuts on Villain’s back. “Guess that’s where you got the scratches?”

“Cor—” Villain began just as Hero pulled the trigger. They yelped, flinching away from Hero. They glared over their shoulder. “Now that’s just mean.”

Hero shrugged. “I didn’t want you to tense up. Get back here, I gotta put one more in that cut and then another two in the other one.”

Villain closed their eyes and pressed the heels of their hands against them. They breathed slowly, purposefully, until they removed their hands and moved back towards Hero. “Alright,” they mumbled, fingers gripping the table's edge so hard, the knuckles turned white. “Fire away.”

Once the first staple was in, the rest of them went in swiftly. Villain flinched away every time, but only a few seconds later would order Hero to put the next one in. Finally, Hero had Villain pull off the top part of their suit so they could cover the cuts in bandages. Villain kept their eyes forward throughout the process, but Hero didn’t miss how their cheeks flushed when they removed their shirt.

“Okay,” Hero said, removing their gloves, “I’m done.”

Villain slowly pushed themselves off the table, wincing at the pain the movement caused. “Oh… that’s gonna bug me for a while.”

“Will your part of the city be all right?” Hero asked anxiously, wondering what would happen if their team decided to invade while Villain was recovering.

Villain waved their hand dismissively. “Yeah, they can handle themselves. I think I threw your old team off your trail by acting all annoyed that they’d showed up and really playing up the whole ‘sworn nemesis’ deal we had going.”

“Oh…” Hero said softly. “And they fought you anyway?”

“They didn’t take too kindly to my very reasonable request that they’d leave me the hell alone. Sure, I got all scratched up but I shot your shapeshifter buddy in both legs and broke the other one’s sound gun so I don’t think those one’s’ll be coming after us anytime soon.”

“Did they ask about Whumper? About how… you killed them?”

Villain smirked. “Nope! I forgot to tell you about this earlier, but I moved the body to the complete opposite side of the city from us. If anything, they probably think you killed them.”

Hero stared at them for a long few seconds. “I…” they stammered, trying to gather their thoughts, “I… why are you doing all this?”

Villain blinked. “Huh?”

“Saving me, stitching up my wounds, throwing off my other teammates, letting me stay at your safehouse…” Hero’s vision blurred as tears began to drip down their face. “I… what have I done to deserve all this? You’re risking everything for me, and I don’t have anything to give you in return….”

“Oh, Hero…” Villain murmured. They took Hero’s hand. 

Hero froze, gazing down at it in surprise. 

“I saved you,” Villain said, “because it was the right thing to do. You would’ve died in that alley from Whumper, so I took you to safety. I stitched up your injuries because you would’ve died from infection. And I’m letting you stay here because out there, those bastards would just recapture you again.”

“What…” Hero whispered, “What are you saying?”

Villain smiled. A soft, genuine smile. “I care about you, Hero. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I abandoned you.”

More tears began to well up. It was suddenly hard to breathe. “I…” Hero stammered, heart racing, “I care about you too. Please… please don’t get yourself killed trying to protect me. I don’t know… I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Me neither,” Villain murmured, a dark look crossing their face. “Me neither.”

#merry whumpmas #my writing #whump #whump scenario #hero #villain #hero x villain #surgery #painkillers #tw painkillers #stitches #staple gun #medical staple gun #implied abuse #old wounds #referenced torture

[br-uwu-cewayne]

I know most canon and common consensus is Bruce is all "hnnggh... i must... tough it out... i have to keep my mind clear... painkillers would make me foggy. it's too dangerous. I know have responsibilities as Bruce Wayne, but if something were to happen during the day... no, i will begrudgingly take a Tylenol but nothing stronger" but like...

...i just think it would be so fucking great if we had like... a Bruce who was so constantly in pain (because you know he is, even if there were no recent injuries that long term wear and tear, you know he's got wildly high levels of just. chronic pain) that he stays on meds. Like, all the time. Because sure a foggy mind is risky, but you what ELSE can cause brain fog and inattention other than painkillers? CONSTANT PAIN.

I want this for two reasons:

Doylist - It would just be nice to see some rep where unmedicated pain isn't even entertained as being tough or powering through it or treated like medicating it would be in any way shape or form a bad thing. Give me a superhero that says "actually you know what this shit fucking hurts and it's all the time and in order to be at my best I have got to manage this properly." Bonus points for addressing the issue of society looking at people with chronic pain who stay on meds as addicts, like say with people trying to talk Bruce off the meds and him putting his foot down like. "You don't understand, I need these." "I know you think so, I know it seems like you can't ween off of it, but you can Bruce, you don't need-" "I am physically getting bones broken almost on the daily, tearing a new muscle every night, and you're going to try and tell me that i don't actually genuinely physically need relief for that pain????"

Watsonian - In that same vein... taking advantage of that stigma WOULD be a fantastic and honestly probably funny (if treated with care and respect) additional layer of subterfuge for Brucie Wayne. Brucie? Be the Bat? Himbo Billionaire Party Boy Brucie, who's always visibly strung out on something or another? Who's pupils are just blown the fuck out and dialated in every single photo? The poster boy for "high" society? Pffffftttttt

OH OH ALSO

We can't forget just the sheer comedic effect of:

Bane, a full 10 minutes into a fight that should've been over in the first 10 seconds, out of breath as he wails on the Batman: WHY! WONT! YOU! STAY! DOWN!

Batman, struggling to his feet once more on a broken leg he can't feel, spitting blood onto the floor as he make a fist with the sprained wrist supported by his glove-brace: Codeine. [KAPOW!]

#Battinson #in particular could sell that shit SO GOOD #batman #bruce wayne #brucie wayne #painkillers

[weirdstrangeandawful]

TW: self-strangulation???

Whumpee gently strangling themself because the reduced blood flow helps their headache.

Bonus: Caretaker freaking out and insisting to Whumpee that they don't have to do that, they have painkillers!

#otc painkillers don't work on me so I'm just here diy-ing this shit #both the painkillers and the strangling #whump #whump prompt #headache #painkillers #strangulation

[whumpberry-cookie]

There's a language barier between sick, recovering Whumpee and their rescuers.

Whumpee doesn't trust anyone and fights back in their delirious state. Eventually gets attached only to one person.

Whumpee from all the strangers trusts Caretaker, because they were the one who were giving Whumpee painkillers.

Whumpee associates Caretaker with pain going away.

#whump #whumpee #whump prompt #caretaker #writing #writting prompt #whumpee x caretaker #whump recovery #recovery whump #aftermath whump #aftercare whump #whump aftermath #whump aftercare #aftermath #painkillers #field medicine #whump prompts #whump idea #whump scenario #writing prompt #whumblr #whump tropes #whumpblr #whump writing #language barrier

[person4924]

very lovely morning, don’t kill yourself today. think of all that you’d be missing.

#repeating this in my head like a mantra #painkillers #rainbow kitten surprise #music

[dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies]

you represent the codependence <3

#just dandy thoughts #gracie abrams #painkillers

[raredye]

Baby Storme - PAINKILLERS (Official Video)

#baby storme #painkillers #music #new music #music video #black female artist #black female singers #alt black girl #alt black women #alternative #black alternative #rare dye #gifs #music gifs #black tumblr #black music #alternative poc #alternative black women #black alternative tumblr

[lunalovegood2]

Very lovely morning. Don't kill yourself today. Think of all that you'd be missing. And don't you ever pay mind to that line in your way that says you'll ruin it. You'll ruin this for everybody, won't you.

Painkillers, Rainbow Kitten Surprise

#rainbow kitten surprise #painkillers #lyrics #song lyrics #album: How to: Friend Love Freefall #tw suicide mention #cw suicide mention

[wachinyeya]

#good news #science #environmentalism #painkillers #drugs #environment #climate change #keep it in the ground #oil alternatives

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumpuary 2024 No. 6

Exhaustion | Blindfolded | Old Injuries

Whumpuary Prompts List

TW: pain, painkiller mention, stitches mention, exhaustion

Whumpee crawled through their bedroom window in the dead of night. The window sash scraped as they pulled it closed, and Whumpee winced, hyperaware of their parents sleeping one thin wall away. They waited, tense, for the sound of movement, footsteps, fearing that tonight would be the night they were caught in the suit. Tonight would be the night their parents found out about their vigilante work.

A dozen reactions played through Whumpee’s mind as they stood, frozen, near the window. But only silence greeted them. Their parents had not been woken up. Exhaling in relief, Whumpee removed their mask and began to pull off the suit. Their muscles, stiff from chasing a trio of bank robbers, stopping a couple muggers, and battling a supervillain, protested as Whumpee bent over. Not to mention the claw marks across Whumpee’s back from the last supervillain they’d fought.

Gritting their teeth against the pain, Whumpee changed into their pajamas as quickly and quietly as possible. It had been a couple of weeks ago, in broad daylight on a Saturday. Whumpee hadn’t intended on vigilante work that day, but some idiot had gotten their DNA spliced with a wolverine, and the results… were incredibly aggressive. 

Whumpee grimaced. After the fight, they were forced to flee the cops and the media to Caretaker’s house to get patched up. Caretaker hadn’t been too pleased with having to stitch up both Whumpee and their suit. But they were the only other person who knew Whumpee’s secret identity, whether or not they liked it.

Folding up the super-suit, Whumpee buried it in their backpack and slowly stretched. The deep scratches twinged, and with annoyance, they realized they were due for more painkillers. Whumpee had been taking over-the-counter medication for the injury for the last two weeks. While it helped a little, it was still difficult to hide the scratches. That, coupled with the bruising from other battles, meant their fashion style had been reduced to long-sleeved shirts and hoodies.

Sighing heavily, Whumpee plopped onto their bed and stared at the floor. They should go take the painkillers before their back started throbbing again. But they were just… so… tired. They didn’t want to sneak around the house right after almost giving themselves a panic attack over waking their parents. Sure, they weren’t in the suit anymore, but this would be the third time their parents thought they were someone breaking in if they were caught.

Once is happenstance. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern.

It was hard enough lying to their parents when they didn’t suspect anything was amiss. But if Whumpee set them off by sneaking around the house late at night, their parents might start paying more attention. And that would make vigilante work harder than it already was.

Whumpee rubbed their eyes. It was late. They should get to sleep. Lately, they haven’t been getting as much sleep as they should, and the effects were starting to catch up to them. Whumpee slipped under their blankets, but thoughts continued to whirl in their mind. Despite their body’s exhaustion, it took Whumpee a long time to fall asleep.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno6 #exhaustion #old injuries #whump #whumpee #caretaker #annoyed caretaker #tired whumpee #hero whumpee #my writing #whump scenario #scratch #old wounds #painkillers #stitches #pain

[dizzydrugz]

From the last time I snorted hydros.

#drugblr #high #pills #drugs #hard drugs #hydrocodone #opioids #opiates #painkillers #snorting pills #pill lines #pill snorting #snort pills

[angelnumber27]

The survivor’s guilt of surviving and beating an addiction so many people don’t. I beat the statistics even when it was deemed close to impossible because I fought so hard for my sobriety and freedom. I fought with everything in me, knowing it was literally life or death. It feels absolutely awful knowing how many people pass from unintentionally doing fentanyl because they were lied to and bought laced substances.. they didn’t even know. Yet I did it every day knowingly (after a while, didn’t know at first what I was doing) every hour or so for a few years and I’m somehow still here. I feel like so many people who passed from just horribly unfortunate circumstances who were lied to deserve to be here while I do not. It’s a difficult feeling to deal with and I don’t know if I will ever understand why I was chosen to keep living when so many other people weren’t. It hurts my heart :(

#addiction #fentanyl addiction #heroin addiction #oxy addiction #painkiller addiction #painkillers #roxys #survivor’s guilt #ptsd #personal #ok to rb tho if you have something kind to say or understand

[fuckyoudoyou]

#percocet #Oxycodone #pills #Oxycontin #painkillers #pink tens #Manu #addy #XR #RP #morphine

[01sentencereviews]

I’ve been interested in performance artists and the whole subculture since a fellow student of mine (at the U of Toronto) wrote a short story about a man who did surgery as a performance, literally cutting off his own hand. I remember reading that story and being incredibly shocked and impressed by it. [...] The film comes from a natural outgrowth of my feeling about the body. I’m currently reading (Arthur) Schopenhauer’s ‘The World as Will and Representation’ for the first time. He’s the first legitimate philosopher to say that the body is the first fact of human existence. Before him, philosophers were concerned with the age of reason and rationality. So I’m exploring the idea that if the body is reality, all of our perceptions are through the body and that if you change the body, you change the world.

David Cronenberg on his unmade film Painkillers, 20 May 2002

#david cronenberg #painkillers #crimes of the future #quotes

[dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies]

painkillers being that short is actually a crime

#just dandy thoughts #like what #smh #painkillers #gracie abrams